“it's you, you've got my life to take a wrong turn and you've taken away even my will to correct. so it's not my own fault that has let me go on aimlessly in the direction. predetermined cul-de-sac.” “why won't you try?” when I am asked I bring up this determinism as an excuse. I might not make it I might not make it you've taken away even my will to give it a try I shouldn't go on like this yeah I have to wake up but I don't know what it means and where I should go how can I do? I have no idea now I'm in a fog random impulsive talking with no feet on the ground feels like I am on the clouds feels like my feet to stand were lost